My six-year-old daughter and I were changing the diaper of my sister’s newborn baby when my daughter pointed at her little cousin and said, “Mom, what’s that?”
That morning began like any other — calm, soft, and quiet. The sun had just started to rise, painting warm colors across the windows. I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was my sister. Her voice was barely above a whisper, thin and tired. She had become a mother…